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Chapter 8

... Blackness...

... Malicious swarming...

... Paralysis...

Then a bright light burst through the blackness, penetrating the confines
of my prison. Illuminating the golden walls of my cell.

Large mandibles reached down and took hold of me in a firm yet careful
grasp. I could feel them tighten, near to crushing, as they lifted me
from my confinement.

Pain surged through me as I was hurtled back to the ground.

... Blackness...

... Malicious swarming...

... Struggle...

The walls of my confinement began to constrict. I could feel, not only my
body, but my very soul wailing in pain.

This would not be my end. I will struggle until my last breath.

... Brightness...

A tear formed above me, granting small motes of light to enter.

This was it. Either I use all at my reserve to attempt freedom. Or I allow
myself to perish here. In the Blackness.

... Freedom...

I could feel my body gain strength as it tore through the flesh sack. I
cringed in disgust as it fell from around me into a heap of organic waste.

Fear struck me down and I was once again trapped in a state of paralysis.

No arms... No legs... Wings... This was not the body I was born in.